Son Rise!

Straddled at the edge of day,
Barest blush of dawn
Pales the sleep dark night.
Silver notes rise crisp and long
From dewy, feathered throats
Puffed against the chill.

Flaming herald mounts
The morning sky
Waking wide the color.

Lush dome of earth,
Is saturated in ascending
Crescendo of blue,
Pierced by raucous cry
Of crow catching current
On the wing.

Dew slides slender down
Tender shoots of green,
Winter’s melt
Emerging with the sun,
Ringed round with crocuses,
Palest yellow daffodils
And snowdrops.

Beauty in abundance
Waking earth from frozen sleep,
Is softly stretching color into spring.

Stark against this gentle dawn
Is mystery of D E A T H
Sin-exacted death.
A love so deep and holy,
He sacrificed Himself
For me.

That I might live eternally!

Straddled at this edge of day,
I pray through
Friday’s awful winter death,
And Saturday’s desolate silence,
Till Sunday’s dawn breaks
In glorious resurrection!
Son Rise!
Blessed Easter morning!

This post is part of the Christian Writers’ Blog Chain. Be sure to stop by the blogs listed at right for more on Easter/resurrection. Be blessed!


20 thoughts on “Son Rise!

  1. Absolutely gorgeous! Even reading it silently, I could “hear” the lyrical rhythm of it, and the vivid imagery and all-important message complete the package. Beautifully done, Cindee! 😀


  2. Jim Lake

    Very beautiful. The flow of words paint such a vivid image of the complete majesty of the Lord and where true blessings come. Even in what may be perceived as a mortal tragedy of death, God provides us the silver lining by gracing us with the hope and promise of eternal life.

    Thank you for sharing this poem.


  3. Having a great morning. I just left a comment on another blog with four typos in it. Only one in this one…should’ve been I’ve done…
    Of course my name was misspelled and I didn’t even notice.
    Dyslexics untie…I mean unite. 😉


  4. I admire poets. They can put words together like I could never do in prose. I’ve done a little rhyming, but it’s never been to this point. Beautiful expression of our Lord’s death and resurrection, Cindee.

    ~ VT


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  6. Beautiful poem Cindee.
    I noticed the bit
    “Friday’s awful winter death,
    And Saturday’s desolate silence,
    Till Sunday’s dawn breaks”

    Interesting, we often think about the horror the Friday, and the miracle of the Sunday, but we forget the silence of the Saturday. What a day of utter hopelessness that must have been for the disciples of Jesus. He told them how it would end, but they either didn’t understand, or didn’t believe.
    thankyou for sharing.


  7. I can’t do it. I just can’t. I’ve tried my hand at poetry, and it always comes out strained and deliberate. You, on the other hand, make it look effortless. That’s the first best thing about your gift. The second is that you share it with us.

    Here’s the third: I could hear the music in my head as I read this, Cindee. Really. That’s about as big a compliment as I can give for something like this.

    Thanks for the gift, Cindee.

    – Scott


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